This blog celebrates Absurdity because maybe the realest moments we know are when we sit alone in the toilet and make caca. Yet still or should one say because of that the Absorption of Absurdity is a Constant Search for the Truth; a Search for the Real Beauty and the Sublime, hidden behind our Omninarcissistic Ironycurtains and our Glorification of a new God called "Nothing".

In case you are looking for me, I am the whore who got killed on the toilet while preparing her golden shot, when suddently Stagger Lee appeared kicking in the door aiming to first rape the shortskirted thing, then shoot her and finally slit her tummy! Which he did. So I, the zombieself of the naive doll, wasn't exactly in my best mood waking up there in the toilet looking like shit and having my coke spilled all over the place, my hair and my jacket. In fact I was a bit grumpy....

..even though I was in good company:

But well, as soon as me and my zombiemates were hitting the streets I actually got in a better mood, since I found out being a zombie is not that much different from being a whore: Walking the streets, dancing a bit here and there, biting some strangers in the neck, attacking only men...business is business!

So I'll be back there next year, probably playing a dead Mötley Crüe member or, I don't know, a Stuttgart 21 victim or I'll do the swedish version and pretend to be killed by Lasermannen 2. Hard choice!